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    Vampire Heart

    20.11 Tuesday

    As I arrived at school I noticed there was a strange grim air there. I headed to a classroom where I had my first lesson trying to catch something that would explain the mood. I was listening carefully to quiet conversations around me. I didn’t have very sensitive ears so I didn’t hear much. However, what I heard intrigued me more.

    “…she was as white as paper!…”

    “…they say that there was no blood in her body…”

    “…no fingerprints…”

    “…it was a vampire!” Dominica squealed. I was already with my classmates.

    “Don’t be ridiculous! There’s no such thing as vampires.” Joanne snorted. I could hardly hide a smirk of knowledge that formed on my face. Little they knew about it, and certainly shouldn’t have known.

    “It’s easy to say for you, you haven’t seen this!” Domi showed her displeasure. “It definitely looked like the job of some ‘supernatural forces’!”

    It sounded like all of them had watched some incredible document or horror movie so far. However, something in their voices bothered me.

    “What’s going on?” I asked.

    The girls didn’t answer but pointed at the room 21. I looked in the direction and noticed it was fenced with a white-red police ribbon. Why hadn’t I noticed the police’s presence at school earlier? I’m stuck in my own world…

    The door was slightly open. I walked closer and peeked through a chink. Inside, two policemen were leaning over something that was lying on the floor. Something… or someone? I looked closer cursing my short-sight. It took me a while to recognize the shape, but as soon as I did I covered my mouth with my hand in shock. It was my History teacher. Pale as paper, with a terrified grimace on her face, she was lying dead and arched in a strange pose, as if she had been trying to cover herself from something. On her neck was a wound which looked like it was made with very sharp teeth. But there was no trace of dried blood.

    All of a sudden, a policeman appeared in front of me. He looked daggers at me and shut the door closed in front of my face, making me spring back with shock. I turned around to the girls.

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